An Exception To The Terrible Two's

We've reached Toddlerdom! Well, my blog has at any rate.

What an amazing two years it's been, too! I've made new friends (even some that live in the same state as I do; and I promise we will actually meet in person one of these days!) and I've convinced some old ones to jump on board the blogging bandwagon with me. I've ranted and rambled, had my heart broken and my spirits lifted. I've learned a lot about my children and my husband, and even a little about myself.

When I started this blog, I thought I wanted to make sure it grew enough to have around the same number of comments each day as some of my favorite bloggers. I was convinced that all it would take was a little bit of social networking (HA! I soon found that there is no such thing as a "little" social networking.... that is bigger monster than I ever realized, and has the potential to totally suck me into it to the extent I do nothing else!), and I'd be such a wonderfully popular blogger! So I joined Twitter and Plurk, and became a little comment'aholic on everyone's blog I read, hoping they'd come comment on mine.

Um, yeah. That didn't work out so well. My average number of comments daily are about 4. Sometimes more, but more often not. And in my first year, half of all my comments were my own replies, so I'm not sure they really even count. So I learned not to rely on comments to tell me how I was doing. (Although it would be so nice if everyone who follows me or subscribes to me in a reader would leave me a "hey, how are you? Love the blog!" comment. That would take the commenting burden off the three of you who have taken on the responsibility of making sure my ego is fed appropriately!)

I have also come to accept that despite the fact that one of the reasons I started writing this blog was so that our family and friends who don't see us every day could keep up with our lives, and see what my boys look like from year to year; the only people who read this are people who didn't know us before the blog started! I can't be entirely certain, mind you; but I don't think either my mother or Coach's mother have read a post in several months. Maybe longer.

It's taken me two years, but I've come to a conclusion about this blog. This blog is not for our family or friends. It's not so my boys can look back on it and see themselves through my eyes, although that is a wonderful side benefit. It's not even so that Coach can see the boys through my eyes. No, I have come to one single, solitary conclusion.

I write this blog.... for me. So that I can remember who I am; a daughter, a friend, a wife and a mother. I am creative and sarcastic, irreverent and sentimental. I can still laugh at myself, and cry with those I love. But most of all, I am me.

And that? Really just isn't so bad anymore.